Who Are You?

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Aphrodite/Venus crouched or bathing
Unknown artist
Museu Nacional de Belas Artes, Rio de Janeiro

Did you look at yourself in the mirror today? I suppose you did. Perhaps you woke up, washed your face and saw yourself in the mirrored medicine cabinet. Perhaps you checked out wrinkles or found out some brand new white hair. Have you analyzed the colors and how they match after you got dressed? Or maybe tried to figure out whether to tuck in your shirt? You might have combed your hair and tried to tie it up in a different way or just made a ponytail because you didn’t have time to wash, dry, etc., etc.

When you looked at yourself, did you see yourself? Could you actually see your self? Did you observe? To observe is to go further past the virtual layer we create; it is to dissolve the unreal identity which meets expectations ego creates—ours and the others’—for the sheer purpose of… Fitting in a specific social space.

The way you identify yourself while watching your self is your identity. We are not ID numbers nor are we statistics. In reality, each one of us is the inside; we are whatever is beyond the image, beyond records.

“Everything is said by an observer,” wrote Chilean scientist Humberto Maturana.

The human being is a living complex system, which means humans are not mechanisms or systems with fixed structures. Moreover, we are dynamic and, therefore, in our interactions we constantly change—behavior and structure are mutable. Consequently, it is impossible to determine an adequate, permanent conduct for living systems in every possible context, because we cannot predict variations.

And thus interactions between living beings are endless learning processes as we must see individuals in their own environment, in their own time, by respecting their structural changes. Which is a great challenge for those who, clung to norms—socially constructed beliefs—do not connect with what life is: dynamic happenings.

Connecting with life does not mean to speak for diversity, but rather to act detached, understanding there is diversity within diversity itself, and that individual identities are not exactly what you name. Identity is that which you can touch and understand, once you go past the surface, diving deep into the I.

However, if one fears one’s truth, one most certainly will not surrender oneself to learning the others’ truths—diving is an act of courage—and, therefore, will not experience Love. While lacking Love, one denies history and builds existences by settling identities from one’s own prejudice, establishing one’s own comfort and pleasure within stagnation and apathy.

We are historical: our ancestors’ continuum. But we are history now—individual, reedited, updated, and expanded lives. Only by really observing can an observer speak about individuals, for it takes connection and learning the oneness, and yet peculiarity, of existences.

Although this is all very important mainly because we live in community, most of all, one must be one’s own observer.

Watch yourself mindfully and you shall be able to answer the question: Who are you? Then you might be able to truly connect with other beings.

Life is no competition nor trial.
Life is experience.

Bhuvi

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A Flash of Light

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Shrī-Yantra
Symbol of Life (universal and individual) as incessant interaction of cooperating opposites

The Absolute contains in itself eternity, passive energy, and dynamism of Time, active energy. Heaven and Earth. Antagonists, yet cooperative, such energies are spheres of being, both within existence. Unfolded into duality It originated the Universe and creatures. The world, therefore, personifies life polarities into distinctions of elements, individual reminiscences of The Absolute broken to smithereens.

As male humans personify passive energy, the roots, female humans are activating energy, the womb. But in essence they are one. While we are temporal and spatial development, we transcend time and space as manifestations of antagonistic aspects of existence, The Absolute.

Resting in the core of our being, in the vessels which our bodies are, is the Highest Essence from which we continuously expand. Although ineffable and inconceivable in human materialism, Divine energy — wholeness — is in all of us; It is experienced as Life within the being and Life of the Cosmos. Life is Love.

From Life’s longing for itself Life comes through—Nirvana is two mirrors staring at each other. It is only by achieving consciousness—being awake—that we experience Oneness, the All in all of us, comprehending the twofold process of creation (and dissolution), and understanding the true: The Absolute is not to be split, dissolved, disintegrated.

Therefore, through our bodies The Divine expresses itself. And once we wake up from the sleep of partition we are able to experience—share and receive—All in its totality. We are both universal life and individual life, a continuous interaction of cooperative opposites in creation process. Light flashes through us.

Aum Shanti
May all beings exist in Peach, Love and Life
Bhuvi ♥︎

From Life’s longing
for itself
Life comes through.
Creation is Love,
Light flashing through us.

Bhuvi

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Life: Who Cares?

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Botafogo, Rio de Janeiro
by Bhuvi

Life is the divine energy populating bodies; it is pure Love and Nature. Life is the peaceful existence of sentient beings.

Is it? Or should it be?

What is Life, after all? Is it what we get or is it what we do of what we get? Who owns life?

I have decided to go out for walking meditation and feel life. After a while I opened myself to the world surrounding me, and this is what I received:

“People are not disposable,” read a graffiti on the wall behind a man sleeping in filthy blankets, on a street named “Homeland Volunteers,” where lines of buildings on both sides stretched up to the sky like private pieces of heaven, hostile to that citizen and others curled up on the sidewalk, in front of every single bank and church.

“Who cares?”—was printed on a passerby’s t-shirt.

I mentally repeated the question and some blocks later was given an answer.

A man begged for money, showing three coins in his hand and talking about how breakfast is the most important meal because it kickstarts the day. He smiled with his empty mouth, and his two dogs wagged their tales while I handed him some money.

“They want to play!”

“Beautiful dogs. What are their names?”

“Life and Beethoven. Life ran away from me once. But I found her back, with the help of neighbors around here. She’s tough. But if you don’t watch her carefully, she might just slip away. She’s crazy. I love Life! But you cannot take her for granted. Every morning, as soon as my eyes are open I check and make sure Life is with me. You know, it’s all about knowing what really matters. You have got to look in her direction. Look into her eyes. I mean, look! Really! What do you see? Take care of that. What you see in the eyes of Life is treasure. And… You know? When I thought I have lost her, some people helped but it’s really on me. You get it? I’m accountable for whatever happens to Life; she’s my responsibility since the day I got her. Faith. I have faith… In Life. But then there are people who treat Life bad. My Life, you see? I might be in this condition but my Life does not belong to them. No it doesn’t. They might have money; I have Love. I have Life.”

“I hear ya!”—I had tears in my eyes.

“Now, check out both happy together! I don’t think Life would be happy without Beethoven! He’s quiet, relaxed, I mean, I love him too. Well, you know, Life is special. I was given Life as a gift. And when you are given a gift you take care of it. If it turns out to be hard, just do your best and you will succeed. Because… Seriously! When you take action, just the very fact of taking action is success. And, by the way, thanks for the smile. Not many people do that.”

As Elson and I shook hands Life and Beethoven jumped on me, and that question popped into my mind again: Who cares?

Elson and the neighbors do, Life and Beethoven, too.

People are not disposable; each one of us count. Whether presiding a country or sleeping under marquees, whatever color, ethnicity, sexuality or sex, one’s value is in the very fact that one exists. Every life matters. All lives are livable; all lives are grievable.

We should all care.


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What I Unlearned Being Silent for Fifteen Days

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After a decade going to spiritual and meditation retreats, they are not exactly a novelty to me—unless you bear in mind that no retreat is the same. However, I felt like a newbie at the last silent retreat with my Master. It was the first time I spent fifteen days wholeheartedly immersed in the experience of being in silence. In other words: It was my first time totally dedicated to listening, reading, figuring out myself. It was my first time exploring a cave: my heart. My unlearning of certain things was the missing key to open the padlock protecting access to my unconscious, to tearing down walls and finding the false bottom hiding important truths.

Perhaps you, as I myself did before, might think: “I’ve done it! Spent a couple of days in silence.” Or even: “I spend the day basically by myself and thus remain in silence”. Okay. But have you ever really been silent?

The first day at a retreat where you have already been and with people you have met before is mostly touching base. Between hugs, laughs, and sharing we all recognized on each other the friend we haven’t seen for almost six months. Some came with startling news, others were like “Ah! Same old same old.” While those hours passed we got prepared to dive into silence.

When the mountains still blocked the sunbeams we were all rise and shine in the temple, meditating. Dynamically. Following guidelines Osho left and our Living-Master’s advice, the group of over one-hundred Sannyasins—yours truly included—started breathing chaotically. No rhythm, no expectations, no rules, just feeling the air coming in and out our noses, burning our nostrils and cleaning all the way to and fro the lungs, feeling the heat and the cold of some good energy. When the music changed we could not help ourselves but scream. From the top of our lungs we screamed, we shouted words, we moved however the body made us in cathartic ten minutes of sending it all out. Then the music changed again to make us jump on both flat feet, arms up, letting out the mantra “Hoo,” until a strong voice warned: “Stop!” And just like kids playing we froze. In whatever position we found ourselves, we just stopped and remained there, watching, observing, feeling the waves going through our physical and subtle bodies. Letting go of the mind, which appreciates telling us we are tired and cannot remain in a position for so long. But we can! We can do it. Because we are in charge, and nothing is more important than feeling and following our hearts, just witnessing the power and energy of the moment. Until another music played and we just let our bodies loose, flowing in the rhythm like a bird cutting into the air, wings spread wide, no flapping, no worries, just being.

Followed by silent work meditation—for some it meant to rake the garden, for others to chop vegetables, and there are the ones cleaning up the restaurant and/or kitchen, just to mention some activities—, Kundalini Meditation, Chakra Breathing Meditation, and group gatherings to explore Bhagavan Sri Râmana Mahârshi’s golden question “Who am I?”, Osho’s Dynamic Meditation composed this well organized schedule which allowed us dive deep and fly high, silently searching for the truth. But none of those would work as well as they did without the most important event in the schedule: Satsangs. Sitting in silence, heart open, listening to our Guru is a must to spiritual growth, or awakening.

I find it amazing how we can learn from several readings available at any time, anywhere. There is no limit to gaining knowledge. However, being around a living Master makes the journey a pleasant walk in the meadow, no ifs, ands or buts about it. You just follow the steps, taking notice of the surroundings. And suddenly you realize that when there is nothing to say there is no need to speak. And most of the time, there is nothing to say. Life and Love completely permeate such relationship, which shake, awake, and move us. It nurtures something I like to think of as wings; but it also give us roots—we fly high and dive deep.

In fifteen days I unlearned everything society forced me into. It was like laying my finger on the delete key for days, and then looking into a mirror to find out I’m a blank page, to be written on now. There is only one moment I can write on that page: Now. There is only one moment I can read that page: Now. I am now.

I unlearned the face of my ego. I turned inside out. I cracked open the shell and touched the innermost part of my being. It seems like there is no way back, unless I get back to sleep. Because this time, I have really remained silent. It was not just about shutting up my mouth, but rather, focus was on silencing my mind or the voices not belonging to my heart; it was about “shushing” the ego.

I unlearned all the competition they make this life about, which shackles us to lies we end up living for the sake of an image we try hard to fit into the screen of a fictionalized world we are all—together—creating.

I unlearned the singular form and realized that thinking in terms of “the other” is segregating. It is past time we drop this splitter language and understand it is all about “we,” not “I + she/he.” But first, let’s make it about the self, not the ego—much less so about the selfie. First and foremost, populate yourself by your self. Drop the ego. Touch base with who you are, and Love who you are. Only then it will be possible to “love thy neighbor as thyself.”

I unlearned one of the cruelest lessons they have taught me: How to kill my first love, the Love I should have nurtured since day one in society, which is the love for my nature. Because there is no music more beautiful than the silence of nature, of my innocence, of my “child-good”. And it is in this space I have created—sacred and safe—that I can nurture Love for humanity, and compassion, and build understanding. That is the real sense of communalism. That is true Love. And it starts within, then it floods, touches and connects lives. We are all beings sharing existence.

Although in silence, I unlearned to be quiet and afraid. My voice is that coming from the silent space of my heart; it is my truth, my being. It does not come out only in words. Otherwise, it would be just nonsense. My voice is my action, absolutely in harmony with my thoughts. And I unlearned faith along with the meaning of God as they teach us. Because we are all and each “the entire ocean in a drop.” Whatever I do to my self, I do to the Universe, and vice-versa. I am whoever I am at the moment; but I am also the lives surrounding me, man and woman, sublime and grotesque, good and evil. I unlearned which would be my place in a box.

There is a God in me, in you, in all of us, which is our divine nature. We are all accountable for the lives we all—together— have been living. And the more we perpetuate killing the first love, the more we hold humanity miserable. It is in the plates of each one of us to change; or rather, to quit the game of suffering and accept freedom. We are born free. The more we listen to sounds from outside the more we miss what happens within. It is in real silence that we connect, with compassion, Love, respect, and care.

Peace, Love and Life for all,

Bhuvi ♥︎

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

rumi

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Dive Deep | Mergulhe fundo

Dive deep
you are only
one step away.

Let go.
Do not listen to age-old voices
forging your ego,
overshadowing your essence.

Awake to silence.
Only the heart shall speak; and
when you are free inside
nothing will disturb
your peace.

Dive.
Surrender
to yourself.


Mergulhe fundo,
você está apenas
um passo distante.

Desapegue.
Não dê ouvidos a vozes antigas,
forjando seu ego,
ofuscando sua essência.

Acorde para o silêncio.
Somente o coração deve falar; e
quando você estive livre por dentro,
nada perturbará
sua paz.

Mergulhe.
Entregue-se
a você.


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Let Us Talk | Vamos conversar

Bhuvi at Centro Cultural Correios, RJ, Brazil

How many layers
are there to overcome?

— Something stands between
you and me. —

Allow me speak to your heart!
Or would you rather
only show me your face?

Live your essence!
Let your guard down.
Look at me
through the eyes of your soul
and you shall feel:
Our hearts converse.

Let us talk?


Quantas camadas há
para superar?

— Algo está entre
você e eu. —

Permita-me falar com seu coração!
Ou você prefere me mostrar
sua face apenas?

Viva sua essência!
Abaixe a guarda.
Olhe para mim
pelos olhos de sua alma
e você sentirá:
Corações se comunicam.

Vamos conversar?